Anastasia Arbus Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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I rush over, trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of monkey. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally grab the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. I’m literally stuck in this tree.

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